I

sat in the library gazing at the short stack of my corrected Arabic quizzes. 

began to feel appreciation for my path, all that I have experienced along the way. 

worked on my to-do list which seemed to grow at a breathtaking rate.

wrote to my beautiful and wonderful girlfriends, and recieved a hypnotic  image from one of them on my phone.

recalled a conversation with one of my dearest friends at a pivotal moment on the concept of  "amour propre"  or self-love, which seemed like good timing again

finished some work that satisfied me

rode ma cherie home on the bike path along the sea, effortlessly speeding along , in the perfect evening air, remarking how the sound of the lapping waves is so much more pronounced at night.

and lo, the

dour attitude whose pallor has clung to my perspective started to thin

concept of  isolation began to be revealed as an illusion 

my

loving roommate was home to greet me

green attic room seemed so cozy

and

I am so grateful for all that I have.

image from IHT